"Since the first emperor, I can only wait for me to go around in the stacks of books in the school room to entertain my life."

Cao Jingchun's voice immediately aroused the approval of several people on the nearby painting boats. Since the burning of books and the pit of Confucianism, Great Qin has only allowed one doctrine to be popular, and that is Legalism.

At the same time, there are no ceremonies among the people, and there are no private academic discussions.

This situation was not partially alleviated until after the death of the first emperor and Zhao Hai's accession to the throne. In the whole process, the status of the reader has been repeatedly reduced.

"We are scholars, if we want power or not, if we want a title without a title, if we want money without money, who will listen to what we say?"

"Now that there are so many corrupt officials and corrupt officials in Daqin, and the powerful ministers maintain the government, all we can do is to write an article and scold a few words in private."

"Alas, we scholars are really lowly in status."

Such voices came and went, and Zhao Hai could hear that in their hearts, the resentment was relatively deep.

However, in front of most people, they are just too presumptuous, and they are all euphemistic and implicit.

Zhao Hai listened to the discussion of several painting boats around him at this time, and after thinking about Cao Jingchun's words carefully, he also felt that it made sense.

In this era, there was no imperial examination system, and Great Qin swept the six countries with martial arts, and the status of martial artists and soldiers was far higher than that of ordinary scholars.

It is basically impossible for a scholar to become an official in the court. The ministers are now basically hereditary, so the situation of the scholars is very difficult.

Zhao Hai suddenly raised his arms to everyone and said, "Gentlemen, we are scholars, the sword will not change the rigidity, and the moon will not change the light. You can't encounter a little downturn, just give up on yourself and complain. ”

"As long as you and I do our best, Daqin will definitely have something to do with us."

"Since the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the prime ministers of the six countries, and even the strategists and disciples, are all well-educated people."

"Heaven and earth are so big, how can there be a reason that we scholars can't do anything?"

"And have you forgotten the era of the pre-Qin princes, Confucius, Laozi and other saints respected by the world?"

"If we continue to work hard, with the stability and peace of Great Qin, sooner or later we will be able to restore the prosperity of the past."

Zhao Hai's words also moved some readers.

They looked at Zhao Hai as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they knew that what Zhao Hai said was right. No matter how high Daqin's martial arts are, the ruler of the country still depends on scholars.

Shang Ying used to be, Li Si used to be, and Feng Quji used to be.

Zhao Hai did not deny the current difficulties of the readers, but told everyone to move forward at a low point and not give up on themselves.

Zhao Hai continued: "I hope that my scholars in Daqin will be able to move upwards without listening to the words of those who give up on themselves. If there is a force, it will send a force, and if there is a point of light, it will send a point of light. ”

"When the time comes, thousands of fireflies will be like torches, and they will eventually be able to play a role in making the Great Qin Kingdom peaceful and prosperous forever!"

Zhao Hai's voice was deafening, like a thunderbolt hitting Cao Jingchun's body.

Cao Jingchun looked at Zhao Hai, his whole body was numb, and there was indescribable shock and horror in his eyes.

Zhao Hai is right, as a scholar, you should not be affected by the current environment and situation, but should do your part as much as possible to do something for Daqin.

If you can't be an official like the court, you can write some articles to help Daqin analyze current affairs and criticize corrupt officials and traitors.

If you can't write articles, you can teach and educate people, and sow the wisdom of civilization for the seeds of later.

Instead of sighing for a long time, complaining all day and night, complaining about how the lord of Great Qin did not treat scholars favorably, and how scholars were oppressed by the powerful.

Cao Jingchun's eyes moved, and his eyes were full of admiration.

"Brother Zhao, it's really great wisdom." Cao Jingchun bowed to Zhao Hai again.

After listening to Zhao Hai's words, Murong Qin's eyes were also bright and excited.

"From now on, I know how to go on the path of a scholar. Thank you, Teacher! Cao Jingchun looked at Zhao Hai and bowed.

The young people and scholars on several painting boats, as well as many scholars on both sides of the strait, saw Cao Jingchun like this, and they all bowed in unison, and said to Zhao Hai: "I know how the scholar's road should go." Thanks to the teachers! ”

Zhao Hai looked at them with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "I'm waiting to study, to continue to learn from the saints, and to open peace for all generations." ”

"This heart is bright, what can the husband say?"

Zhao Hai smiled, and all the readers laughed.

From Zhao Hai's body, they saw the shadow of the saint, and saw the light of the wisdom of the hundred schools of thought during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

"I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone, and you will encourage me." Zhao Hai finally recited a poem to encourage these young people. Slightly drunk, he staggered back to the cabin of his painted boat.

Han Ying immediately gave the order to sail. This huge and graceful painting boat, in the eyes of everyone's worship, slowly left. Like a giant dragon, it walks on the Weishui River.

At this time, countless fanatical readers, regarded Zhao Hai as a god, and followed Zhao Hai's painting boat all the way from the streets along the river on both sides of the river.

Countless people wanted to shout and want to board the boat and meet Mr. Zhao Menglong. It's a pity that the painting boat never stopped.

No one knows who Zhao Menglong of the official school is, and even the official school itself does not know his origin. The official school masters ordered their subordinates to check the roster of students in the official school, hoping to find Zhao Menglong's name. However, the subordinates who reported later said that there was no such person.

He is like a dream, or a messenger sent from heaven, who comes and goes without a trace.

Although Zhao Hai left. But the scholars and people along the river have not dispersed for a long time. The crowd sang Zhao Hai's golden sentences tonight, like a sage's admonition, so that countless people began to recite and memorize, and even some admirers wrote Zhao Hai's poems and sentences on paper, burned them and then flushed them with water, just hoping to get a little bit of Zhao Hai's literary demeanor.

Some people also compiled Zhao Hai's poems and dialogues into a manuscript, and tattooed them on their backs with the tattoo method passed down by the Xiongnu to show their worship of Zhao Hai.

It can be said that even when Zhao Hai was the emperor, he had never enjoyed such a high courtesy.

Murong Qinxin sat in the cabin, looking at Zhao Hai, who was slightly drunk opposite, his eyes were full of curiosity. "Since you are so dedicated to the country and to the sake of the scholars. Why do you want to help me enter the palace to assassinate the Dog Emperor? ”

"If the emperor dies and the country is in turmoil, what chance do you scholars have to realize your ambitions?"

Zhao Hai reclined on the couch, "What is the contradiction between these two?" ”

"How not to contradict?" Murong Qin looked at him in surprise.

"I think you're hiding too much from me. If you are still so full of secrets, hide your identity. I think our cooperation is about to end. ”